Seraphina's Point Of View
The first thing I registered was the ache… deep, throbbing, unmistakable between my thighs. My eyelids fluttered open, and I groaned, my voice hoarse and raw, like I'd spent the night screaming. The ceiling above me was a blurry white, the morning light filtering through the curtains too bright, too harsh.
I squeezed my eyes shut again, my fingers pressing into the sockets like I could erase the pounding in my skull.
Oh God. Oh no. No, no, no.
I rolled onto my side, my legs brushing against the sheets, and hissed as a sharp jolt of pain shot through me.
What the hell did I do last night?
My mind was a fog, but my body remembered. Every touch, every kiss, every damn thrust.
Lucian.
The name sent a wave of heat crashing over me, and I groaned again, burying my face in the pillow.
Why does it feel like I got hit by a truck?
"Because you did," a voice. my voice actually, but sarcastic, mocking, piped up in my head.
